Harry's pov.
"They're going to hate me so much," Louis mumbles as we walk down the stone pathway that leads to Damien's house. I've never been in here before, but from the looks of it, it's quite big. The whole house is white with black shutters and big windows on the front. There's a big black gate at the entrance, but we've already gotten passed that because Damien buzzed us in. There's large trees lining his entire property, completely boxing the large house in, secluding it from it's neighboring houses.
"They won't hate you, baby," I reassure him, tightening my grip around his waist to help him climb the few stone stairs that lead to the large stone porch.
"But I said mean things to Dame," He grumbles, his eyes barely open. He had fallen asleep during the car ride here, his face pressed against the cold window, the alcohol-induced energy he had finally wearing off.
"So? You said mean things to me and, tada, I'm still here," I grin as he giggles, literally giggles, like, puts his hand up by his mouth and fucking giggles into it.
"That's because you love me sooo much," He draws out, "-and you know it."
"Um," I stutter, staring at his cloudy eyes for a brief moment. I know I don't love Louis, but I do have strong feelings for him. I don't want to hurt him, so I quickly snap my head forward and continue towards the door. "Let's get you inside."
The little pout on his face doesn't go unnoticed as I bring my hand up to press the little button beside the door, the ringing inside the house going off immediately after. Barely five seconds passed before the door swung open, Damien's worried face greeting us both.
"Oh, Louis!" Damien cries, opening his arms. I pass Louis over and stand back, not bothering to invade on their private moment. Damien envelopes Louis in a tight hug in which Lou barely responds too, his body beginning to shut down due to the alcohol.
Damien drags Louis inside, making sure to keep him propped up so he doesn't fall. I follow behind them, shutting the large door once we're all inside.
"Harry!" Gemma squeals, jumping up from her spot on the couch. She launches at me and throws her arms around my neck, hugging my body close to hers. Her affectionate action causes me to smile and snake my arms around her slim waist, crushing her against me. I bury my face in her hair and close my eyes, completely savoring the moment.
I owe everything that I have in life to Gemma, everything that she has paid for or done for me ever since our parents left. She is my best friend, my only mother figure, and the only person I love so deeply. I never, ever pass up on an opportunity to hold my sister in my arms, because you're never quite sure when you'll lose the ones you love, and if I ever lost Gemma.. I tighten my grip on her.
"I was so worried about you," She sighs heavily into the crook of my neck. "I wasn't sure what happened to Louis, and I wasn't sure if you were going to get hurt or something. Just - please, don't scare me like that again, Harry."
"I won't, Gem," I chuckle lightly, finally opening my eyes. As I look over Gemma's head, I see Louis and Damien still embracing tightly while Zayn and Cam stand off to the side awkwardly. I decide to let go of Gemma and make my way over to Zayn, who immediately gives me one of those 'best friend, bro hug' things. Sometimes I forget that he's the only straight guy I hang around, so little things like the way he hugs throw me off every once in a while.
"Louis has serious problems, Harry," Zayn mutters against my ear, keeping his voice down so nobody can hear except me. "I know I kind of pushed you towards dating him, but now I'm not so sure.. I mean, the kid is piss-drunk right now and everybody had to look for him for hours."
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FanfictionI was captivated, but he was all too good at his profession: Harry Styles, Playboy. © wrenadler, All Rights Reserved. (Larry with some Ziam)